Candy’s Striped Master

Candy felt near death as she trudged through the oppressive heat of the thick Zebrica jungle, dodging low hanging tropical branches and stepping over hazardous veins as she went, the whole journey being made all the more bothersome by the heavy shackles that needlessly restricted hindlegs, as if she had anywhere to run off to in this mess, and that was assuming that she could still run, Celestia knew that trotting was already gut-wrenching enough. She had lived like this for nearly a whole month, trodding slowly through the depths Celestia damned Zebrica jungles with no hopes in sight, her 6 comrades and the 14 animals that followed them close behind all seemingly just as beaten down by the infernal humidity and thickness of the jungle.

It all started while she was surveying the tracks of a Zebra caravan to determine their direction, how much they were carrying, and their approximate distance based on that age of the tracks. This was supposed to be a relatively safe mission, she’d survey the tracks and then make her way quickly back to their camp, although no
mission on the edge of the Zebrica jungles could be classified as fully safe, and the world ‘relatively’ knowing the infamy of the place hardly eased ones nerves, but it was a task she had safely accomplished countless times before, and she felt duty bound to see it through once again, regardless of the risk. But of course being far too complacent and prideful she just had to investigate the strange pile of leaves lying suspiciously a good 20 feet down the track.

Landing with a thump before being unceremoniously wrapped up tightly in a web of rough brown rope that chafed painfully against her fur as she began to desperately struggle and flail her limbs about Candy panicked, confused and helpless at the whims of her restraints. After eventually calming down the first thing she felt was shame at her absolute stupidity, to think that after everything she had gone through she had been bested by such a foalish trap. Although it didn’t take long until she got over the ridiculousness of the situation and began to stare on, wide eyed in terror out from her leafy prison, as the reality of the situation hit her. She wanted to scream out for help, but she was too far from her camp for anypony to hear, and she had no idea how far the enemy camp was from the trap. So she simply lay there for what could have easily been hours before her worst anticipations we’re finally made reality.

Smiling wildly just a few feet above her stood four broad chested Zebra stallions, all in full Zebrica armour, with weapons to boot. “Look at what we have here, another slut for our band of merry bucks.” One of the more brash looking Zebras spoke up, showing absolutely no hint of shame as he eyed up the mares supple rump with a look before befitting a hungry predator than a civilised being, then again given his choice of allegiance that was hardly surprising, typical. Candy merely growled up at him as she forced her tail firmly between her hindlegs.

Another Zebra who looked a bit older and more mature gave his younger comrade a light (by Zebra standards) smack on the back of the head with his right forehoof. “Ay, don’t get too carried away. We have to check her over first, and you know that we get a good bonus for everyone we bring back fresh, and I’ll be damned if I lose out on that because of some foal.” He said, gesturing towards all three of his younger comrades.

Although looking back down at Candy he couldn’t help but give her curvaceous little body a good once. “And I’d be willing to bet that we’d get a little extra added onto that for such a prime cut.” He said, smiling down at his captive.

Finally having enough Candy scrunched her muzzle at the four beasts above her. “Lay one hoof on me and you’ll have a whole camp full of vengeful pony stallions to deal with.” She said, shifting around desperately in her constraints.

The older buck simply just laughed back down at her, which was quickly met with the joined laughter of each of his younger comrades. “How long have you been down there? Hours at least I’d be willing to bet, but then again I’ve known ponies to be left for days on end. And you really think that what, the 5 minutes it would take us to hoist you out of there and drag you off into the jungles undergrowth is going to make the big difference? No!” He said with much pride down to the increasingly hopeless and pathetic mare under him. “Guards, get this harlot out of there. You may be able to have some fun with her yet.” He said, before smiling menacingly down at the mare.

Candy let out a hard painful grunt as the ropes of the net tore into her flesh and her barrel was scraped hard against the dirt walls of her prison. She landed with another hard thump as the three Zebras tasked with retrieving her dumped her bruised body on the hard ground of the dirt track. She looked up at them, preparing some kind of witty remark, but was silenced as her body was dragged hard against the ground, off of the trak, and into the thick foliage below the heart of the jungle.

It must have taken them at least half an hour to reach the accursed Zebra camp, all the while Candy’s body was violated and badly bruised by Celestia knows how many different kinds of tropical fauna, all that she knew is that she was in great pain and her much of her one prestianne white fur was now mated with a sickly red-brownish colour.

Candy was then thrown before a large dark brown log, yelping as her ribs slammed into the thick stump. She was then cut loose from her torturous confines by a thick knife that carelessly tore against the edge of her flesh, leaving a slow trickle of blood on its wake. “Hey, no scares you fucking idiot.” The older Zebra said, smacking another one of his comrades on the back of the head, albeit far less lightly.

He rubbed the back of his head before looking up at his superior. “It was only a little scratch, and even if it does scare her fur will cover it.” He said, increasingly hesitantly as he noticed the unimpressed look on the other stallions face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to beat the shit out of you, you’ll just be last in line to ride snowball over there, and if she is fresh, you can consider yourself relieved from touching the rest of our harlots for at least a week.” He said, stepping towards the colt as he shoved his muzzle merely an inch or two away from his face.

The older stallion then turned towards the other younger Zebra from earlier. “You! You seemed eager, so I deem it only fair that you get the first ride.” He said, smiling knowingly towards the colt.

He then turned back to Candy with a harsh expression on his face, simply commanding the words “Get on!” to the poor mare.

To horrified to speak Candy simply tucked her tail so far up her rump that she doubted if it would ever return back to her, which was of course met with a rough slap across the jaw by the stallion, followed by the exact same command. “GET ON!” He bellowed, giving the mare the fright of her life.

Not having the willpower to refuse and already in more pain than she had ever gone through in her entire life Candy meekly climbed onto the wooden stub, and was quickly met by the hoof of the younger colt who was first to greet her, which mercilessly forced her head against the hard stub.

Lying there shaking like leaf the stallion above her began to mount before his commanding officer came up beside him. In a less authoritative voice the older stallion simply asked her to “raise your tail.”, which only caused her to begin to hyperventilate, which was of course swiftly met by the hoof of the stallion mounting her.

The older stallion took another step towards her as he stared down intently at her quivering form. “We just want to do an ‘examination,’ and if you’re found out to have never slept with a colt before we’ll leave you fully to the mercy of the sick bastards back at camp, however if you have we get to have our fun with you first. Now I’m only asking you this because any permanent damage inflicted comes off our paycheck, so we’d rather not, but if you give us no other choice you’ll find a few things much heavier than a hoof coming down on your pathetic, weak, little body. Now, raise the tail!” He said in a semi-civilised manner, before barking out the last line.

Hesitantly, still shaking violently all over, Candy began to raise her tail, praying to Celestia that her hoof hadn’t accidentally tore her hymen in one of her various less than ladylike moments. She felt a deep pit of shame as she presented herself willingly to the brut behind her, but she had no choice, and if she was lucky she may be spared, well, she daren’t even think of that.

The stallion behind her lay his forehooves on her soft white rump, his hooves sinking into the supple flesh as he began to spread her open. She felt a few silent tears hit the wood her head was forcibly being held against as his hoof began to trace her sensitive vulva before pulling her black folds open roughly as he leant forwards to ‘examine’ her. His hoofs were rough and cold, coated in mud and the thick foliage of the jungle that he didn’t seem to mind smearing her marehood in, as he pressed down hard on her virginal sex, pulling it from side to side as he peered into her tight vagnail walls, clearly taking a lot longer than was necessary, his muzzle brushing against her soft delicate thighs, his hot foul breath assulting her marehood as he prodded away at it and violeted her with his eyes predatory eyes. Even the idea that he had been the first stallion to touch her so intimately while she was in such a position, and that such a monster was the first to get a better look at her precious sex than even she had made her feel sick. She felt like when one day she did meet right colt she’d be able to remember nothing but this on their first night. It was completely humiliating.

Then, all of a sudden she received a firm smack to her rump as the stallion retrieved his muzzle and hoof from her sex, apparently satisfied. He didn’t even directly acknowledge her as he turned to his comrade. “I’m afraid you can’t have this one. You’ll have to be satisfied with one of the others.” The older colt said in what almost sounded like sympathy, not for her of course, but that his Zebra comrade wasn’t going to be given the opportunity to brutally rape her.

The younger colt scrunched up his face in disappointment before unmounting himself from the mare. “Very well! Besides I have just the slut in mind.” He said, still disappointed, but with a little more optimism.

His superior smiled at him as he gestured towards a large bamboo cage that Candy had just now noticed. “Good, just remember to take her back there with the rest of him.” He said, slapping Candy’s rump.

The young colt saluted his commanding officer before looking back down at Candy. “You, get up! We’re moving!” He said, grabbing her by the neck with his powerful jaw as he began to drag her off in a hurry. “Get up or I’ll drag you all the way there.” He now demanded, following the example of his elder as he gave the mares rump a good firm smack.

Candy hesitantly got up on weak legs as she stumbled towards her new bamboo prison. The other ponies inside looked on at her in concern, but she could barely see the ground she trotted on as she made her way towards them, occasionally having the stallion behind her give her ass another good feel up to get her to hurry.

Arriving at the cage the mares naturally sunk back in fear, with the few stallions rushing ahead to protect them. “Now, we’ve gone through this a hundred times. Move and we’ll take one mare, don’t and we’ll take two, and be sure in me saying this, anypony who so much as scratches a Zebra will receive a few broken ribs. I can’t believe I have to near constantly remind you animals of this simple fact.” The Zebra stallion said, as one by one each pony stallion stood to one side.

The Zebra then pushed Candy into the cage, gesturing for her to join the stallions, before he smiled predatorily towards the other mares, strutting up to them before grabbing what he want by the mane and dragging her off, screaming, kicking, and shouting bloody murder, her body was torn and battared across the ground, as she dragged towards the same stump Candy had been humiliated on just minutes ago.